Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“But I…oh shit, don’t stop, Tyrone.” Her entire body went into spasms. “Just keep fucking me. I need everything you’ve got, hard as you can.”

“You’ve got it all, darlin’. Do your worst.”

Tyrone rammed into her and buried himself deep. He felt his climax building and the anticipation, the burning sensation, was like nothing he’d known before. His nerve endings tingled, his balls tightened, and blood rushed through his brain. Nothing he’d felt with Maria was close to the vortex of desire that now transported him to a blissful state of awareness. Aisha was the mate he was always supposed to have had, he’d known it the moment he first laid eyes on her, and he fully intended to ensure she didn’t regret her decision to commit to them. His body trembled and he gave up the struggle to hold back.

“This is for you, sweet thing,” he said, sweating and groaning as his orgasm built.

Tyrone’s hands reached around her and played with her clit as he shot his load deep inside her, throbbing and pulsating as appreciation for the gift of Aisha tugged at him on a level he was unable to control. She responded with a guttural moan and needy little scream. He felt her on the edge of a second climax before her first had even faded. Shit, but she was responsive! Exquisite shards of the most intense sensations shot through his bloodstream as they moved together like they’d played this game a million times before. Perfectly in tune with one another’s needs, they milked the amazing results of their sexual compatibility until they were both totally spent.

* * * *

As soon as Tyrone withdrew, Kane released Aisha from her bonds, detached the pumps from her tits, and pulled her into his arms.

“You okay, darlin?”

“More than okay,” she replied, offering him a glistening smile, passion still clouding her lovely eyes. “Why did I wait a whole week for this?”

“That’s what we’d like to know,” Tyrone said, returning with a cloth and cleaning her up. As soon as he was done Kane dropped his head and captured her lips in a deep, drugging kiss.

“You realize this will be the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex with a woman,” he said when he broke the kiss, “so you’d better treat me gently.”

Tyrone roared with laughter. “We’d never hear the end of it if you did, sweetness.”

Kane reached for a leash and attached it to the loop on the back of Aisha’s collar.

“Over here,” he said, leading her to the bed. “Better cross the room on your hands and knees, darlin’, seeing as how you’re on a leash.”

With a demure smile she went down on all fours, which allowed both men sight of her ass and cunt, this time from another angle. Kane took in the view and decided their mate didn’t have a “bad” side. Tyrone threw him a switch and he lashed it gently against her ass as she made slow progress toward the bed. It took Kane a moment to realize she was deliberately taking her time because she was enjoying the spanking and also because she got off on being submissive. It didn’t surprise him that their destined mate was so into their games. He put additional strength into the lashing, at the same time walking as far away from her as he could so he could enjoy the sight of her huge nipples dangling from the slits in the PVC.

Eventually they reached the bed and Kane told her to lie on her back. He then attached the other end of the leash to a hook situated on the headboard and smiled at the image reflected back at him from the mirrors on the ceiling.

“Hmm, you look just amazing in that outfit. I can’t wait to get better acquainted with every inch of you.”

Kane applied his lips and teeth to her nipples, rasping them with his tongue, breathing over them, and then sucking them deep as he molded the firm flesh of her breasts through the PVC. He loved the cute noises she made as he increased the pressure and bit down as hard as he thought she could take.

“You like that?” he asked, raising his head to explore her face for signs of distress.

“Hmm, absolutely.”

“Spread your legs wide for me, darlin’,” Kane said as he positioned himself between them. “That’s it. Now rest them over my shoulders. Tyrone, I need some pillows.”

Tyrone produced a couple and shoved them beneath her ass. “You comfortable?” he asked her. Kane couldn’t since he now had his mouth full of her sweet pussy.

“Yes,” she replied, sinking her fingers into Kane’s hair and pushing him farther down on her.

“Greedy little witch!” Kane sat up and licked her juices off his lips. “You ever had anal sex, sweetheart?”

“No. Well, only that little teaser with Tyrone.”

“I’ve never had vaginal sex, so that makes us kinda even. Don’t worry, we’ll both be losing our virginity before the night’s much older. She needs a plug up that cute ass of hers to prepare her, Tyrone.”

“Ass plugs just happen to be my specialty,” he said, grinning. “Turn sideways, darlin’, and let me at you.”

Aisha wiggled into position, hampered by the leash attached to her collar. Tyrone lubed her ass and eased the plug into place.

“She ain’t even fighting me,” he said, impressed. “I guess she wants this pretty bad.”

“You want both our cocks, is that it?” Kane asked, feigning disapproval.

“I want you both any which way you’re prepared to let me have you,” she said, a needy edge to her voice.

Kane pushed her onto her back again. “Music to my ears, babe.”

She moistened her lips and smiled up at him, seemingly fully aware of the power of her femininity. That and the musky scent of her arousal were a heady combination that almost deprived Kane of the ability to think straight. He’d waited decades for this moment. Only now as he took in the sight of his beautiful mate, dressed in her sexy getup and sending him urgent signals with her compelling eyes, did he fully appreciate that the wait had been worth every frustrating second.

“Now then, about this vaginal sex business. What is it that I have to do exactly? Which bit goes where?”

Tyrone laughed as Kane eased himself into her slowly, inch by careful inch. With her butt spilling over the edge of the pillows, it became an easy target for Kane’s hand. Aware just how much she enjoyed being spanked, he applied it hard as he thrust into her, the slapping sound against the PVC loud and echoic in the cave-like room.

“Ah!”

She cried out and wiggled her legs farther over his shoulders, obviously wanting him deeper. Kane wanted that, too, but he’d waited too long for this to hurry.

“It feels a whole lot better without a condom,” he said, breathing hard.

“You’re even bigger than Tyrone. You’re splitting me in two.”

“Get used to it, darlin’. I’ve got a ton of lost time to make up for.”

“You and the plug. There isn’t room for both.”

“Don’t underestimate your body, sweetness.”

Kane started to move faster, upping the timing of the slaps to her butt as he did so. Aisha moved with him, no longer complaining but making breathless little grunts as he continued to fill her to capacity. She shifted position and the leash cut off her airway, just as Kane had known it would once she got into this. He eased his weight, giving her time to move closer to the headboard again and for her to absorb the effect of what had just happened. Her eyes opened wide when she did and he felt her body convulse.

“I had no idea,” she said in a tiny voice.

“If it gets too much, remember the word.”

“It’s not too much. I love what you’re doing to me. I love the feel of the plug, of the collar, but, most of all, of your cock. It’s so invasive and I adore it.”

“Shit, keep talking like that and you’re gonna make me come.”

Kane slapped her ass hard and rammed himself as deep as he could get. “Come on, sweet thing, let’s do this together.”

“Yes, I need to. Kane. Geez, I can’t believe how horny you guys make me.”

A rush swept through Kane when Aisha clamped the muscles in her pussy even harder around his cock and screamed his name. Her excitement tipped him over the edge. He had so wanted to make this last, but it wasn’t going to happen. His heart overflowed with love as sperm shot from the end of his cock like an erupting volcano, going on for an eternity, draining his aching balls dry.

“Fuck it,” he said, falling onto his side when they were both spent, taking a moment for his breathing to return to normal. When it did he released the leash, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. “If that’s what all the fuss is about, I guess I could get used to it.”

“You seemed to get the hang of what went where,” she replied. “And I have to say that business with partial suffocation, or whatever it was, really turned me on.”

“That’s kinda the idea.”

Tyrone leaned over and kissed them both, cleaned them up, and then collapsed on the bed on Aisha’s opposite side.

“When do we get to the main event?” he asked, tweaking his rigidly erect cock.

Once they’d all recovered, Kane carried Aisha through to their room and the three of them showered together. Tyrone left the stall quickly and disappeared without saying where he was going—at least, not aloud.

“What hot tub?” she asked.

Kane looked surprised. “You can understand our pheromones already?”

She shrugged. “If that’s what you were talking about, then I guess so. All I know is that you two did that silent thing and the next minute images of a rooftop with a hot tub bubbling away sprang into my head.”

“Hey, it’s great that you’re reading us so soon.”

“You realize it means no more secrecy.”

“Oh yeah. But Tyrone and I don’t plan on having any secrets from you, sugar.” He took her hand. “Come on, let’s go and check out the real thing.”

“I didn’t know you had a hot tub.”

He led her to the stairs, both of them still naked. “You wouldn’t have been able to breathe out there before now, so there didn’t seem much point in telling you about it.”

“And I will be able to breathe now? It seems too soon.”

“You can read our pheromones already.”

“Yes, there is that. Besides, there’s only one way to find out.”

They reached the top of the stairs which led to a rooftop terrace and Kane again swept her into his arms.

“Welcome to paradise,” he said, carrying her outside.

Aisha waited for the vise to grip her lungs. It didn’t happen. She glanced up at Kane, smiled in response to his concerned expression, and settled a little more comfortably against the rigid wall of his chest. Then she took a proper look at where she was and gasped. It was a decked roof terrace with a steaming hot tub, soft, low blue lights, and candles absolutely everywhere. There were tubs with well-established shrubs giving off a delicate perfume and a huge, pillared outdoor bed protected by bug netting. She glanced up at the clear, velvety sky studded with brilliant stars that appeared to have put on a display just for her. They looked so close she felt as though she could reach up and touch them.

“This is amazing,” she said, turning her face into Kane’s chest and breathing in his provocative scent. “Thank you for bringing me up here.”

“It’s always been our intention to spend our mating night up here,” Tyrone said from his position in the hot tub. He indicated a bottle of champagne and three glasses sitting on the tiled rim. “You guys planning on joining me any time soon?”

“Absolutely.”

Kane lowered Aisha into the bubbling water and she wiggled into position on the seat beside Tyrone. Kane sat on her other side and poured a glass of champagne for each of them.

“A toast,” he said, raising his glass. “To you, darlin’. Thank you for being you and for making our lives complete.”

“Any time,” she said, giggling.

It had to be midnight, or later, but time no longer seemed to have any meaning as Aisha sat between the two men she loved absolutely, sipping champagne and looking up at the star-studded sky on a balmy night in south Florida. She couldn’t recall a time in her life when she had felt more content, more cherished, more like she belonged. The guys spoke occasionally but also seemed to understand her need to adjust and to absorb this magical night into her soul.

When the bottle was empty Kane stirred.

“Come on, darlin’,” he said, standing and holding out a hand to her.

The three of them made their way to the outdoor bed. Tyrone held back the bug netting and Aisha climbed aboard. Before she had time to blink she was surrounded again by two muscular bodies, both of them sporting rigid cocks. Taking her both at once was another part of their mating ritual, and she was more than ready to play her part, wondering how they planned to chastise her this time.

But it seemed that chastisement wasn’t on their minds. They didn’t shackle her or ask her to dress up for them. All she was required to do was lie on her back and let them do as they pleased. Since their pleasure directly correlated with her own, Aisha was happy to oblige. She wasn’t surprised when Kane homed in on her tits, biting, sucking, and rubbing the head of his cock against her aching nipples until she could stand it no longer. She lifted her head so she could playfully flick her tongue across his glans.

Tyrone was all but eating her pussy, his long tongue whipping across her vulva, his fingers pinching her clit, creating a maelstrom of sensations so strong it was almost too much to withstand. Aisha went with her emotions, writhing against their fingers and tongues, riding on the cusp of the seismic orgasm they were deliberately stimulating but forbade her to experience.